#Every so often I remember that that's a cannonical name.

[al-n-cartoons]

Hi, I'm on a spree.

I was thinking about that one episode where the show writers decide to use all of their most blatantly monster themed aliens for a lesson in racism, which…

[Deep inhale,]

Was certainly a decision. That they made.

Anyhow, I was thinking about how Ben from the Story Told au would act in that episode (and arc) and realized that he'd probably take advantage of the fact that the planet is perpetually dim so as to use his Omnitrix's Starlight feature. Basically, the Omnitrix took a form that Ben had taken the sample of directly, that it had downloaded onto its hardware (rather than through a connection to Galvan Prime), or from a form the Omnitrix had copied the data from and then customized such that the final form is an equivalent to Ben's human one.

This Loboan form is that lattermost option; it is a Loboan with a few slight modifications— such as the extra digits on the claws and the thinner fur in some places. It is a juvenile, just as Ben is, which actually inspires some interesting storylines.

We refer to our adolescents as “teens”, but that has its meaning from the fact that a stretch of years end with that. If you walked up to someone who had never before seen a human, who came from an entirely different species and with wholly different biology, and you referred to yourself as a “teen”— that alien would have no frame of reference. What that alien might do is try and make an inference based on how that person acts and where they are.

In this instance, Ben is on a work trip thousands of miles away from home with seemingly no caretaker, so…. This human is an adult?

And then the human shapeshifts into a version of that alien's species and is a child.

I mean…

There's story potential there…

……

Someone slap my hands away from the screen now-

[teapartyprincess4two]

Parenthood- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Mom!reader x Dad!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of Y/n, established relationship, I didn’t name the children but Matt has a son and a daughter in this 👍🏻

summary: head cannons of dad!Matt.

Parenthood- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

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☆SFW

From the moment Matt met you, he knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children. Both of your children were received with so much love and joy, but Matt still had to learn how to navigate being a boy dad and a girl dad.

☆ Your firstborn is a boy and Matt can’t contain the excitement he feels when he first finds out.

☆ He’s overprotective of you throughout the entire pregnancy, ready to take care of your every need.

☆ Your son is hyper, rambunctious, curious and a force to be reckoned with. He barges into the room with so much energy balled up into his small figure that he’s bouncing off the walls.

☆ When your daughter is born, she’s the complete opposite of your son. She’s calm, quiet, and docile.

☆ It takes Matt some time to adjust to having a baby girl, but as soon as he gets in the groove of it he can’t remember what life was like before having a daughter.

☆ Matt’s playing soccer outside with your son, playing pirates, boxing, and building elaborate Lego sets with him.

☆ “No dad! We’re pirates! We have to steal all the gold!” your son explains, adjusting his make-shift eyepatch.

☆ “I thought we were ninjas?!” Matt’s out of breath, running after a fast toddler was extremely tiring.

☆ “No! We just beat the ninjas! They tried sneaking onto the ship, remember?” Your son’s imagination was too fast for Matt to keep up with.

☆ “Argh matey,” Matt replies, ready to continue with the game.

☆ But when your daughter wants attention he’s playing dress up, attending a tea party, getting his nails and makeup done, and talking to all her stuffed animals.

☆ “Daddy Miss Twinkle is mad at you for eating her cookies!” your daughter whispers, almost like she’s gossiping.

☆ Matt has lost track over which stuffed animal is which, but he’s assuming Miss Twinkle is the unicorn across from him.

☆ “I’m sorry Miss Twinkle,” he apologizes, shaking the toy’s hand.

☆ “Dad that was Lady Unicorn. Miss Twinkle is the teddy bear in the pink dress,” your daughter slaps her forehead. “Oops,” he laughs, taking a fake sip of tea.

☆ Matt has learned to be silly, fatherhood softening him and allowing him to abandon all embarrassment.

☆ “What are you wearing?” you laugh, Matt’s serious face adding to the comedy of the situation.

☆ He’s fully decked out in a pizza costume, trying to make your children laugh. “I’m a piece of pizza,” he replies goofily, putting on his best Italian accent.

☆ “You’re so silly daddy,” your son giggles. In his eyes, Matt is the funniest person on the planet.

☆ Your daughter is not as amused, but she smiles nonetheless.

☆ Matt loves doing domestic things with his little family. He’ll randomly pull out a baking sheet, all the ingredients to make cookies, and throw on an apron.

☆ “You’re doing so good, baby,” he coos, watching as your daughter throws an entire, uncracked egg into the mixing bowl. He wasn’t going to use that batch, but the words of encouragement have her smiling.

☆ Children fight all the time, especially when they’re siblings, and your kids are no exception. The year age gap doesn’t help either, so you’ll often find your kids bickering over the smallest things.

☆ “It’s not your turn to play, though!” your son attempts to reason, yanking the controller out of his sisters hands.

☆ “You played all day bozo!” she replies, sticking her tongue out at him.

☆ Matt hears the fight from his room, reluctantly getting up from his comfortable spot on his bed and walking over to where his children are.

☆ “What’s going on?” he asks, arms crossed and a displeased look etched on his face.

☆ “She’s being so annoying, dad!” your son exclaims, and before Matt knows it his kids are pushing, slapping, and punching each other.

☆ “HEY! BEHAVE!” Matt pulls them off of each other, scolding them both without favoritism. He goes on to lecture them about the importance of siblings and doesn’t leave until they hug and make up.

☆ Matt’s entire camera roll is filled with videos and pictures of his kids. Kindergarten ceremonies, family vacations, first haircuts, candid photos; all of it is being documented by Matt at all times.

☆ If he’s ever away from home for a long time, he’s scrolling through his gallery and reminiscing on all his memories with his babies.

☆ Your son is obsessed with video games, something that he and Matt bond over. And although your daughter isn’t as invested, she’s still really good at them.

☆ Mortal Kombat is a game they all play and enjoy together.

☆ “Move over and watch the queen play,” your daughter jokes, taking the controller from Matt after watching him lose time and time again to her brother.

☆ “Yeah, you wish you could beat me,” your son scoffs, readying up for another round.

☆ Your daughter chooses a girly character, which has your son rolling his eyes, but as soon as the round begins he can’t get a single hit in.

☆ Matt is in shock at her level of expertise, she was using combos he didn’t even know about.

☆ “Okay my turn against you, babygirl,” Matt takes the controller from his son, ready to play all night long if he has to.

☆ Having teenagers is hard and tiring, Matt feels like he ages 10 years in just one day with the amount of stress his kids cause him.

☆ Your daughter’s brain is suddenly occupied with nothing but boys and your son is starting to take girls on dates.

☆ “That skirt is too short,” you warn your daughter.

☆ “It is not,” she fights back, genuinely finding nothing wrong with her provocative outfit.

☆ Matt doesn’t have to say anything, one stern look has her trudging back upstairs to change.

☆ “Dad can I borrow the car?” your son asks nervously, avoiding Matt’s eyes at all costs.

☆ “For?” Matt’s not stupid, he knows what teenagers do.

☆ “Nothing, just hanging with some friends,” your son replies, but it doesn’t take long for Matt to get the truth out of him.

☆ Overall, fatherhood has been extremely rewarding for Matt. He sees it in the way his children love and look out for each other and what a great mom you are.

☆ “I love you guys so much,” Matt gushes, pulling the three of you in for a group hug.

☆ “Dad stop being weird,” your son groans, your daughter seconds his statement, but they don’t pull away from the hug.

☆NSFW

Having two children can take up a lot of personal time, especially when your daughter needs you and your son needs Matt. There’s never really any time for you and Matt to just exist as a couple, but he works hard to make sure you feel special everyday.

☆ You’re cooking lunch, the pure domesticity of your actions being enough to turn Matt on.

☆ The kids are still at school and if he’s convincing enough, you’ll abandon whatever’s on the stove and let him please you.

☆ Sneaky arms are wrapping around your waist, rocking you back and forth to the beat of the music that plays lowly in the background.

☆ Matt’s lips find your neck, your head falling back onto his shoulder in pleasure.

☆ Before you know it, you’re bent over the kitchen counter and Matt’s balls deep in you. “Take it,” he grunts, his hands gripping your waist so tight there were sure to be bruises.

☆ The food on the stove burns and you end up ordering pizza.

☆ When the kids are old enough, you and Matt leave them at home alone while you run errands.

☆ Something as simple as a quick trip to the grocery store turns into heated, passionate car sex.

☆ The windows are foggy and the car rocks with each thrust, Matt’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you ride him in the front seat.

☆ “You’re so fucking sexy,” he grunts, falling more in love with you as you whimper out his name. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, a string of curse words falling from his lips.

☆ Most times you two just do it in the shower. It’s sweet and full of so much love.

☆ He’ll fuck you against the cold tile wall before scrubbing your back and washing your hair you.

☆ It’s the sweet moments like this that both of you cherish. “I love you so much,” he whispers, the warm water running down both your faces. “I love you too,” you reply with a smile, going in for a passionate kiss.

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MASTERLIST

A/n: can I hear some commotion for dad Matt🎤

-L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[silent-browser]

Reformatting this bitch like a head cannon!!!

Oh boy. I adding to the werewolf post cuz I wanna. Part 1

Quick recap. You have partner/boyfriend. Partner out of town. You try to surprise partner. Partner/wolf surprises you instead. Not that you know the huge wolf is him.

The next morning is arguably more confusing than the night before as you wake up to your "out of town" boyfriend in the bed with you, asleep and looking very self satisfied.

Asleep until you hit them with a pillow and start interrogating him on how the heck he got in and where the big fuck-you wolf disappeared to

Welp, the cat- or I suppose wolf is out of the bag and they had some explaining to do

They are at least glad that the wolf in them approves of their choice in partner.

They explain everything.

How they came to be like this (attacked on a mountain trail while hiking)

Why they have been hiding themselves away every full moon (transform in peace and to keep others safe)

That they are either asleep or just not at the proverbial wheel when they turn (it's all instinct and the long slumbering beast when they turn. Full moonlight wakes it up they suppose)

You honestly think they are lying at first

A joke surely

A humorous ruse to avoid you finding out that they have an illegal pet wolf

But the look on their face... That apologetic and scared look. The look they have every single time you find them following you around

The guilty look

You ask instead "Why didn't the wolf rip me to shreds? You said that you have to stay away from people when you turn to avoid hurting anyone. Why didn't it hurt me?"

They honestly don't know. Maybe something to do with their scent just naturally being on you and that told the wolf that you were not to be hurt

You both stay in bed for a while after, just talking about the experience and what it means for your future together

He's so scared you would leave him. That you would scream and run for the hills

He doesn't know what he would do without you normally but after that night, he felt different in some way

As if he would crumble if you said you didn't want him anymore

As if the wolf would overtake him completely if you said you were leaving for good

As if he would die without you

The thought and realization shook him to his core

Yes... He would die without you. You are his life line. His air. His sanity. If you left he might just crumble away and die. Leaving behind only a husk of a human being for the wolf to take over

You suddenly interrupt his dark spiral when you suddenly remember the entire reason you came last night

You hop out of bed and quickly grab the food you brought over and had an impromptu breakfast in bed party

"I would never leave you" you told them while holding their hand

And they melted

You joke about wishing you knew sooner and how late night dates will have to be more carefully planned out now but they just stared at your face with all of the love in the world radiating from them

Now that the aftermath is done...

DOMESTIC THINGS AND FUTURE TURNS!

They admit that they like being pet, even when they are themselves so a common thing for the both of you to do is movie night cuddles and head pats

You both cook meat more than before. It's to the point where the local butcher knows the both of you by name (sorry vegans but this is a werewolf fic so meat eating is gonna happen)

Because they are accepting the wolf in them a little easier they have become a little more territorial

Unknown people on their doorstep make them uneasy and they can often come off as cold and rude to delivery people when they stop by (Door to door missionaries get growled at)

You know better now and avoid their place the next time the full moon comes around. You are respecting their space. They have a quiet house to spend time in. Everything is fine right?

WRONG

Wolfie is pissed

He wants his human in his nest again gosh darn it!

He made it all pretty and everything too

He spends his entire night trying to escape

Clawing at door ways and window frames

Ramming his body into doors

Howling as loud as he can go, hoping to attract you back to his den. Letting you know that he is here and ready to snuggle again

When boyfriend wakes back up his entire house is destroyed.

Picture frames knocked off walls, doors clawed to shit, three windows broken and some noise complaints from his neighbors in his messages

What the heck happened last night!?

Wolf has never done this before so why now!?

It only gets worse every full moon after

Until wolf finally gets out

Adrenaline and desperation runs his mind when he gets out

He has to find you. He has to

Continuation in the future???? Was this even a good continuation of the first post??? Big shrugs all around.

@samuelftm Here ya go hun. I hope you like it.

[nwjn-z]

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

warning(s): none

author’s note: i saw someone do this with anime characters and i thought it would be fun to do it with the boys !! (i dont remember the person tho😓)

kyle broflovski .

a redbull and nerds clusters

okay, kyle drinks redbulls bc they give him energy and he has a hard time sleeping so he always needs them but he has a hard time sleeping bc he drinks redbulls.

Ike’s favourite candy are nerds clusters so Kyle’s just used to getting them for him but he tried them recently and started getting some for himself.

stan marsh .

a pack of beer and m&m’s

do i even need to say it? ofc he gets some type of alcoholic drink but he isn’t very picky unless it’s like those fruity seltzers, he hates those. usually gets a case of beer and maybe 1 or 2 of those buzzballz.

he also really likes m&m’s. both him and shelly’s favourite candy are m&m’s and they will fight for them (shelly wins every time). Sharon used to have to separate the m&m’s into two containers and label them with their names on them bc they do not share.

kenny mccormick .

an arizona and takis

kenny likes to get the mango flavour arizona, he’s just a mango flavour kind of guy. the guys also all pitch in 2 dollars to give to kenny so he’ll drink a mixture of all the slushie flavours.

also it’s cannon that he eats takis so obvi he would get them. he also only gets the original flavour ones he just doesn’t like the other ones. he won’t even eat the blue takis even though they’re the same 😭

eric cartman .

a diet mt.dew , xL cheesy poofs , and a reece’s

it’s canon that he drinks mt.dew and he drinks it pretty often but I also think sometimes he gets a dr.pepper slushie.

i put xL cheesy poofs bc im thinking of those big bags of cheese puffs. i can imagine him getting one of those big ass bags and not sharing with anyone 😒. he also gets a reece’s and proceeds to rant about ppl with peanut allergies.

BONUS:

-i think craig and clyde would get gatorades together everyday in elementary and just never stopped. craig gets the blue one and clyde gets the red one.

-wendy gets sweetarts ropes and bebe gets watermelon sourpatches.

-butters likes to get a blue raspberry slushie and funyuns.

[reverieblondie]

Got any smutty HCs for Gabri?

Do I have smutty head cannons for Gabriel O'Hara? You know I do...Also! I had an Anon ask how Gabriel would spend Valentines with an s/o. I couldn't get that out in time for the holiday so I added it to the end of this request for some smut head canons. I am also currently working on another Gabriel fic that was requested, so be on the lookout for that. Hope you enjoy!

NSFW! under the cut!

Gabriel O’Hara is a flirt and nothing can change my mind about this. He’s attractive and he knows how to use that to his advantage when it comes to flirting with you. Love to Lean in close when he talks to you, so close that you are forced to take in every detail of his handsome face. It makes your head spin every time. Will tease you and tell you jokes, and as you throw your head back in laughter he would just take the time to admire your blushing skin and get lost in the sound of your addicting laugh. Gabriel loves taking you all in whenever he can. After enough time you will inevitably be a blushing mess of smiles and giggles trying your best to avoid his admiring eyes. Gently you will feel your chin being turned to look at his soft gaze smiling down at you. “Why are you so red? You falling for me?”  You can only bite your lip, of course, you were.

Has no concept of personal space when it comes to you, he is either right in your bubble or he is touching you in some way. Loves to have his hands on you or is so close that you can just turn and he is there, this often ends up with you bumping into him, but he doesn't mind it allows him to hold you. Loves to slowly run his hand up and down your spine. He would be smiling as the sensation leaves a tingle to rush through you making you tremble with want. Practically glued to your side as he leans over to breathe into your ear, “Want to see me make you shake?” 

Gabriel doesn't care where you two are when he can’t help himself anymore he will be grabbing your waist and ass to display his want. You better try to get him to stop till you can get to somewhere private if you're not into sneaky displays of affection. He’s a bit of an expeditionist and will have no problem taking you in his car, in the lab, or a club's bathroom. He’s down for anything if you are.

Once you two are somewhere private Gabriel's hands are back to being all over you with one goal in mind, Caressing you tenderly and stripping you bare to admire you fully. What's better than having his hands all over you? His mouth. Loves to worship your body as he strips you down leaving sloppy kisses on your skin making you shiver and whine from his hot tongue gliding over you so tenderly. Praises you in every way, you're perfect for him and he loves you so much and wants you to know it too, feel it. 

While his lips caress your skin he will run his fingers over your most sensitive spots to make you moan and whimper his name. Loves to hear you moan breathlessly for him, It's the best praise you can give him. Will even tease you as he works you up if it means it will push you to the edge. 

Has two positions that are his absolute favorite. One is doggy, loves to bend you over and kiss along your spine as he rocks his cock into you, balls slapping against you as he spills utter filth from his lips. Wants to pull your hair till your flush with his sweaty chest grunting in your ear how well you take it and whine if you want it harder as he fucks you. Two is cowgirl, where you have full control. You want to slip on his cock nice and slow as you grind him in deeper, that's fine with him he will smile up at you and tell you how you feel so good. You feel like bouncing on him hard eagerly chasing your high on his cock, he would be moaning with his eyes shut tightly holding onto your hips as you fuck him dumb. You will have to pull his hair to get him to snap from his trance opening his eyes to watch you dominate him. “Remember Gabri, no cumming till I tell you too.” 

The night doesn't end till you're both fully drenched in sweat and satisfied. 

 Aftercare is often Gabri holding you tightly in sleepy cuddles after you two got cleaned up. Mudders how much you mean to him and how lucky he is to have you. Sometimes he will cling to you extra tightly like he's scared you will leave, just kiss him and whisper how much you love him to ease his insecurities. 

Valentine's Day Headcanons-

Honestly can’t decide if he would ask you the day of or if he would ask you a week beforehand, pretty much would do whichever would please you more. I do know for a fact however that he would ask you to be his valentine with flowers that he has hidden behind his back and a kiss for when you say yes. 

Insures you that he will plan the whole day and that you do not have to worry about anything. When you ask what you two would be doing he would just smirk and tell you to dress nice. 

No matter how many times he sees you dressed up he will still look at you with a dropped jaw every time. He thinks you are utter perfection. Gabriel would make sure to dress nicely to match you, ditching his signature coat and scarf for a nice button-down that exposes his chest just enough to see his chest hair. The goggles stay however, He always wears them…always…

Drives you two for the date, and while he drives he keeps one hand on yours. Every once in a while while you are talking he will lift your connected hands and kiss your knuckles with a wink. When you finally arrive at the mystery location it's the fancy restaurant you talked about wanting to go to months ago. Because of course, he remembered you talking about it. 

During dinner he will keep his hand squeezing your thighs the whole time, does he care if people notice? No. Gabriel would even whisper in your ear how crazy you drive him and he can’t wait to get you home for dessert. Needless to say, you two weren't able to wait till you got home…

“Fuck…I’m..’m not gonna last!” Gabriel grunts through clenched teeth as his hands hold your hips tightly. Squelching and skin clapping together fill the car. 

His cock is throbbing as you bounce roughly up and down on his lap, moaning in his ear tangling your fingers in his hair. 

“A little longer for me Gabri…Please…” You're so close to your high, clenching on his thick cock tighter as you throw your head back in ecstasy. Gabriel's lips attach and leave more marks along your neck as you kept fucking yourself on his pulsing cock, so eager to burst inside of you and fill you up. 

Gabriel was whining and grunting as he buckled his hips harder and harder into your velvety walls. Unable to hold back anymore you grip his hair tighter begging him to cum inside you feeling your orgasm washing over you as you make a mess on him. 

You're both sweaty messes as you come down from your orgasm. Sliding off his cock you feel his warm cum leak down your legs. Gabriel admires your spent form like you are a work of art. 

“Happy Valentine's Day…” You say exhausted with a lazy smirk.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Part Eight: Summons

First Installment: Here.

Last Installment: Here.

Current Installment: You are here!

Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. Red Sail Hall Present Day

“Don’t you dare,”

Arthur’s hand froze over Cromwell’s skull as Rhys slapped his fingers away and down and snatched up bone, gripping the jawless head by the temples and pulling it from reach. Arthur went to take it from him, but they froze as Matthew rolled over from his place and bundled into a quilt. When he didn’t wake, Rhys snapped his gaze back to Arthur, and he found himself being dragged from the study with its electric faux fire and his son draped over the sofa, sleeping like the dead. They were suddenly in the hall, and he found himself pinned against the wall by his brother’s forearm. “You are not waking mother again.”

Arthur thrust the arm away but found he couldn’t move Rhys. He’d always been denser, compact and heavy like a lead ingot. “I don’t need to. I only need the skull and the spring.”‌

“For what? You delusional bastard. Do you fancy you can open a portal?‌ You can barely make a curse box without me, much less this deep in your cups. And you are not sullying her grave with that man’s bones.”

“I have Alfred to consider. Don’t pretend you have the—”

“It’s my name he bears, you bloody bastard. How Saxon do you think Jones is? Hm? All of your children are as much us as they are you. Including Alfred.”‌

“Would you be reasonable?”

“No.” Rhys was very close, a spring force as he stood straight.

“Since when do you—”

“Since you rolled out of a bloody fairy ring and into my lap.” He prodded Arthur towards the stairs. “I am not letting you run off half-cocked because it’s easier to hurl yourself into a void than feel a fucking emotion. This isn’t you tossing yourself into a ship and running; this is a paradigm shift in the universe, you daft cunt.”

“Rhys—”

“May Mother strike me dead before I‌ lose two nephews and a brother at once,” He was very close now, and sometimes ‌Arthur remembered why there was a dragon on every flag his brother used. “You are a grown fucking man with four grown children. Take a fucking avomine, sleep more than thirty seconds, and we’ll make a move in the fucking morning. Go.”‌

Burial Mound, Cumbria The Next Morning

Matthew knows he is dying when his uncle’s arms catch and hold him and he doesn't care. He has bled to death more than once. His shoulder had nearly been torn from his body once; a lobsterback cavalryman had broken an infantry formation he’d been caught in trying to run from the cannon fire. The bare faces of his arm bones saw the sky that day. He never ran away from a fight again. He was a century older when a gaping cavern of flesh appeared where his belly once was. A‌ piece of shrapnel severed his spine and his jugular. And blasted a hole through his front. This is worse. This is much worse, but Alasdair kisses his head, and Matthew stands, blank and unmoving.

He has said goodbye to the two who were once his siblings, and he hopes the squeeze they gave him isn't the last good thing he ever feels. Now he is without them, standing before the ruins of a chapel. Trees soar to the sky, older than most in England, but spaced like the posts of a palisade. He can hear running water and whispers. Aunt Brighid is there. Father asks her something. Softer than he ever does, and she stands tall.

“I‌ wove the spells into his cradle, I‌ will not damn him to a grave so far from home. And the past is another country.”

His father is not often speechless, but the novelty is not enough to stop the bleeding. There is no trace of red, but he wishes it would be over, that it could all seep into the earth and let him go—anything to make the silence end. Even a scream will not pierce it now; it lays so thick over his thoughts. He is dying. Uncle Rhys lights a torch, then two more. Even here, lifting light, Matthew is redundant. He can only follow as his father and uncles follow their sister, lingering behind as she walks ahead. Alasdair, Rhys, and last, Arthur. Perhaps the first time in a thousand years his father has not led. His uncles carve sharp shapes into old indentations softened by exposure. His father cuts his hand and presses blood into the runes until it drips into the furrows and inks their carvings into contrast with the darkness. Matthew cannot read the shapes. His aunt sings, and he does not understand the words. As he always has, he clings to the tree line and watches others do their work. Something in him wants to die. Something in him knows his will, drowning in silence that will not let him hear his own voice anymore.

A woman’s figure appears. His father’s mother, but not his grandmother. Her time is too far gone for him to know her now if he ever did. Matthew’s hands are shaking now. They speak more words he does not understand. The Welsh vowels and little pieces of Scots Gaelic he can hear refuse to make any sense. He knows Gaelic the way he does his French, as natural as breathing, but he cannot put meaning to sound, and nothing makes sense. He wishes he would bleed to death already.

Then, Life.

His world broke open with a song. He doesn’t know which one. Something about a republic and grapes of wrath: the chorus is the laugh of North America, showing teeth and soaring like the sky. Alfred. A‌ branch nearly takes his head off as he smashes through the trees towards the sound. More laughter. His world was born from a bolt of it centuries before. The pool of a spring lap at the stones of the edge, and the water sings in his brother’s voice for a moment before Matthew realizes the sound is below the water. There is no bottom of the pool; the stone edges descend into a black abyss. He would not have understood the depth of it even a moment before Alfred cut himself free from their reality. Kneeling, he touched the edges of the stone and knew the rounded channels locking into place were his uncles doing, the same dry stone construction of a broch.

“Mattie,” Alfred spoke, only barely damped by the water. A week without Alfred and he'd lost more love than Francois had given him in 150 years. Just a thread of it wound around his heart, hearing his name on the piano notes of his brother's laugh and pulled him forward.

He dove.

[dustbuneary]

Hiya!! Names' Sarah (She/her), my younger sister said I should try out this website I guess we'll see if her taste has improved haha. I'm a former Champion level trainer from Sinnoh, though I never took the title for myself. (If you remember my battles against Cynthia, no you don't.)

Nowadays I tend to jump from city to city every so often, every few months usually! I rarely stay in one place for more than a year or two at most, never found anything worth staying for really. I've been in Hearthome for a couple months now, and I'm a manager at one of the bigger department stores. I still battle competitively on the side, It's good money, but I'm not exactly taking the league challenge at this point, haha.

If you want to talk or battle hit me up! My team is as follows:

Clove - Lopunny (My starter pokemon!)

Lavender - Clefable

Anise - Mismagious

Ginger - Togekiss

Nutmeg: Azumarill

Saffron - Vespiqueen

Hello!!! This is a Pokemon irl roleplay blog!

My name is Rabbit and I'm an adult, so be warned that there may be suggestive themes at times on this blog! I'm the same person who runs @professor-amaryllis, so if the art looks familiar that's why!! This blog should be much lower stakes in general, but expect drama stakes and at least some conflict.

I don't interact with sentient pokemon with very few and select exceptions, and I'm picky about players with legendaries as well, as I have a specific cannon I'm working with!!

Sarah is a fun new character with a thought out background and quite a few connections already so I hope you like her as much as I do!!

[napswithwolfie]

LU Pokemon AU

Looking for pokemon with multiple concinesses to build four’s team was very fun ngl, tough it did get op quickly what with the empahise on steel types for his team. Anyhoot enjoy the hc’s :))))

(lord forgive me for the horrible names i’ve given some of these poor mons. I promise to give them proper names in the futures…)

Time Sky Warriors Twilight Wild Legend Hyrule 🧩Four Wind 

Team descriptions under the cut 👋👀

🧩Minccino: Smol. Mousey. Adorable - a sweet minish native. I originally wanted to make mincinno Four’s main mon but that felt a little underwhelming (no hate minny babes sobs). 

Mincinno has an easygoing personality, letting the wind take them where it wants, enjoying all the opportunities that comes its way. They are able to find the small joys in the mundane that most others may misinterpret as childish naivety. They insist on keeping junk they find, puzzling over items trying to figure out how to recycle what it finds.

🧩Mawile: (so i know the pokedex strongly insists mawiles jaw is just a set of horns, but we’re gonna ignore all that and say its a second head. Okay cool sweet nice) 

Their two consciousness are at odds with one another most times, often with the jaw snapping in odd directions trying to tug mawile away from whatever they’re doing. It can be annoying relying on someone else to get everything done but Maws trusts Smiles to listen to them. But eh, its not so bad being in the passenger seat, much simpler in fact not having to worry about much.     

🧩Magnezone: Its endearing seeing someone as large and bulky as Magnezone hovering over a flower its curious over. Similar to Four they’re housing multiple personalities that they will swap between.

1: shy careful   2: easily distracted clumsy   3: bold insistent Each on of their personality will let their curiosity drag them away

🧩Leavanny: Infinite patience - This is a team with 13 consciousness - They will pull on their motherly instincts to wangle each and every present mind into line. You bet when they blow a gasket everyone suffers. 

🧩Aegislash: (similar to mawile we’re gonna tweak actual cannon to suit my needs, in my case the blade and shield are separate entities and have a symbiotic relationship.) 

Sword (gods i promise i’ll give them proper names, mercy i cri) is a timid creature unsure of their own strength. They get overwhelmed easily and constantly beg to hide behind Sheild. This frustrates Sheild to no end, adding to its complex over its passive form. 

They hate seeing Sword belittle themselves, that they can’t understand their own strength, and their potential to be a powerful duo. Though they don’t know how to show Sword this and their attempts at ‘encouragement’ often come across as bullying. 

🧩Hydreigon: Iirc dink is a big part of four’s story so we’re gonna try and squeeze him in here.

I really have no idea what im doing here so gonna leave it be and work on it later when i learn more about fours dink.

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Notes: I reeeeeeeeally wanted to include metagross in four’s team with each cores’ colour matching his spirits’. Tho the 1-2-3 pattern had to stay with four tying it all together nicely.

Honorable mention to spida tho. I thought of a them having a chameleon like affect with their spot arrangement switching whenever a different persona took the wheel.

I actually havent played that many zelda games, and surprisingly of the few i did play four swords and minish were some of them. But that was forever ago when they literally first released, so i remember next to nothing about those games.

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🔴 Partner Pokemon: Mawile ⚪ Smaller team: Minccino, Mawile, Magnezone

🔂Time 🐥Sky 🌹Warriors 🐶Twilight 🏹Wild ✌️Legend 🍃Hyrule 🧩Four 🌊Wind

[echantedtoon]

Love Is Blind Ch1 To Which One Discovers The Other

Love might be blind but in it's blindness is a sense of compassion and care that is unbiased and true. Y/n has a chance encounter with a man that will change the course of her life forever.

(Important Note!!: Y/n can look however you want except for the pale hair for reasons later in this short story. I don't plan on this being as long as my other stories but I wanted to write for one of my absolute favorite Demon Slayer characters. Of course it's also an au so barely anything is cannon.)

Life had an interesting way of agreeing with fate and driving one to gain their destiny. 

You still remembered what your mother always told you all those years ago. 

"When a young man or woman reaches the age of sixteen, the gods bestow a gift on them."

"What kind of gift, Mama?" The young toddler could hardly contain her excitement as she stared sparkly eyed up to the older woman softly tucking her in with a gentle smile. "When someone turns sixteen years old, a name appears on their palms for one whole week. That name is the name of your soulmate. Your future husband or wife." Soft blankets were pulled over her body once again and gentle hands tucked her in. 

The little child's eyes went wide in fascination. "Is that how you and Papa met?"

Her mother nodded. "That's right. When I was just sixteen years old, his name appeared on my hands. We were neighbors so it was very easy to find one another."

"But...How do the gods know who to pick for your soulmate?"

"I'm not sure but I always heard that they listen to your wants and send you what you need in life. So think hard on who you want. The gods will hear your prayers and send you the best man they have for you." 

"Then I'm gonna think every day about what I want?! I'll get the handsomest husband ever second to Papa!"

The woman chuckled at the toddler's cute proclamation. "I'm sure you will. Get some sleep now. You can't think anything if you don't rest your mind "

From that fateful day forward, life went on as normally for you as the average girl. You grew up very beautifully. Many parents offered to set up arranged marriages between their sons or they would approach you themselves to ask you for your hand in marriage. You refused and so did your parents. Insisting on waiting until your sixteenth birthday to await the fated gift the gods would bestow upon you. You still remembered that birthday like it was yesterday. It happened in the middle of the night. You were fast asleep when you felt a burning sensation in your hands. It had caused you to wake up yelling in alarm startling your parents into waking up and running in to check on you. Your younger self had clutched your palms and was hissing in pain. It took your father forcibly prying your fists open as your mother held you crying. You'd never forget the two words etched upon your palms. The one that caused you pain that night and would stay there until they mysteriously vanished one night a week later.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki 

The words were so foreign but yet so .. exciting to you. Your parents were in awe but happy for you you all the same. This was it. The name of your future soulmate. You remembered spending countless hours of that one week staring at the words and letters on your hands. They were so mysterious and yet..you couldn't help but be excited at the same time. 

Kagaya Ubuyashiki

It sounded like a handsome name. A noble name. One of a handsome man. You thought about it often as the days turned to weeks. Weeks to months. Months to years. Even as the words faded. Even as you continued your work under the local herbalist and planned your future life. And you knew EXACTLY who you wanted. A tall handsome man. You didn't care what color his eyes were or how long his hair was. You just wanted someone appealing. You also wanted someone who was...bright, kind, and caring.

You once saw a couple arguing with one another loudly on the street. Apparently she had caught him with a mistress in their house. You never wanted that so you added responsible and fair to you among the list of traits. You also prayed every day that whoever he was would be willing to listen unlike the many other men you've ever seen around the town. But..life went on. Soon you forgot all about your soulmate and instead focused on your life and what you wanted to do. There wasn't many jobs for women, but you had found your calling. Despite working under an herbalist for many years, you had found your real calling amongst the garden of flowers. 

A florist. You wanted to be a florist. 

Your mother approved instantly although your father still had a few doubts, luckily he came around to the idea in time but still insisted on you studying herbalism for something to start out on. You were nearly done with your studies under the current herbalist in town anyways so you easily agreed. You grew into an adult now and You had you're entire life planned out for what you want to do. You wanted to travel for a year or two seeing the sights and the land before finding a place to settle down. From there you'd continue your herbology work and gradually save up enough money for your real dream. A BIG garden! You wanted a BIG garden filled with flowers! Wysteria. Hydrangea. Roses. Daises. It was going to be beautiful. You couldn't wait. It was going to be so perfect. 

Nothing could stop you from achieving your dream.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!

A knock on your door stopped you from helping your mother in the kitchen with lunch when the two of you stopped and looked over at the door.

"Now who could that be?," your mother asked curiously raising a brow.

"I don't know. Should I answer the door?"

"No. Come over here and finish washing these vegetables off for me. I'll see who it is." You nodded and silently took over at the sink picking up a potato as your mother stood. Her footfalls trailed after her as she walked over to the door and opened it only to blink as a man she's never seen stood there. "....Can I help you?"

"Is this the L/n residence?"

The older woman suspiciously narrowed her eyes, taking her time to wipe her hands off on the apron she wore before placing her hands on her hips. "I don't know." Her suspicious eyes looked him up and down. "Who is asking?" 

"I am a messenger from the Ubuyashiki estate." Your entire body froze. Eyes going wide as you turned to the doorway. What did he say?! "My Master has been searching for your daughter for a while now. I've come to bring her to the estate."

"Estate? What business does she have there?"

The man dared to look utterly confused. "To meet her future husband of course."

[suratan-zir]

This is a post of gratitude. Maybe tumblr isn't the most appropriate place for this, maybe it sounds silly and needlessly pretentious coming from a little nobody that I am. Regardless, I have long felt the need to write about it. News about the Leopard tanks from Poland might be a good enough occasion to finally say it.

Dzięki, ačiū, thank you, people of Poland, Lithuania, UK, US and every country that has consistently supported Ukraine since the beginning of the invasion.

Maybe we, Ukrainians, don't say it enough, but we know that we owe our lives not only to our defenders, but to all of you, citizens of countries that didn't abandoned us in these dark times.

Every day on the battlefield my country loses its best men. People who were teachers, doctors, architects and actors, parents, sons and daughters are sacrificing their lives in the name of our survival, our future. Hopefully, with the support of your countries, their sacrifices won't be in vain. Thank you for giving us a chance for the future. Thank you for not leaving us alone in this.

War puts everything into perspective like probably nothing else and it teaches you how to be truly grateful. Only earlier today I wanted to complain that due to the destruction of our infrastructure and emergency power outages, in my apartment it is so cold that I can't even hold the phone in my hands for long - my fingers are freezing. But then I quickly remembered that our fighters in Bakhmut and Soledar are losing their fingers due to the frostbite. I am alive and have a roof over my head thanks to these heroes.

What does this have to do with the topic of this post? Well, the same way I often want to complain about the injustice in this world, I want to write something angry about how russia is not punished enough for the crimes it commits. But then I stop myself, because had the world did not help us throughout these 10 months, had the world just let it slide like it did in 2014, I would likely be homeless, imprisoned or dead, along with millions other Ukrainians. Ukraine could no longer exist by now. Because this is a war of extinction, cultural as much as physical.

Which is why I want to say thank you. Not only for the weapons provided by your countries, but for giving us hope, especially in hard times like these, when the enemy on the eastern front is literally bombarding our troops with cannon fodder in unlimited quantities, turning cities into ruins and meat grinders.

Thank you for helping us to overcome this senseless evil. This post may be cringy and poorly written, but my gratitude is sincere.

[overwatch-xoxo]

So ima simp for Zenyatta so bad- and I’ve been craving a certain side of him. The -ahem- yandere side of him. You don’t have to write a fic, but head cannons or a lil drabble on how you think he would be as a yandere would be much appreciated.

Nonnie, you are so valid! Receiving this ask got me really excited to write for this blog again, so I've been working hard on this. I've never (intentionally) written yandere before, so I hope I was able to do this idea justice for you. Enjoy!~

tw: emotional manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, obsession

it starts small. you catch zenyatta’s gaze lingering in your direction for an extra moment, just long enough that you notice, but brief enough that you dismiss it. perhaps it was all in your head. 

suspicion turns to butterflies as his interest in you becomes more pronounced. when he speaks to you, it’s in a gentle, even tone. he makes time to spend with you, often accompanying you for walks in gardens. he recites poetry and philosophical musings, and you can get lost in his lilting verse.

while zenyatta’s voice is soothing, his words are complex and often leave you feeling more dazed than comforted. you get the feeling he knows he’s talking circles around you. when you ask clarifying questions, he laughs, his chuckles light as blossoms on the air.

although zenyatta has a reputation for keeping a cool and effortlessly calm exterior, he struggles to keep himself that way around you. the prana, the life force energy that flows through his body and makes him alive, becomes overwhelmingly frenetic in your presence. he might shake or stutter. this feeling is especially exacerbated by even small inklings of jealousy or anxiety within him.

when it comes to himself, zenyatta also values inner peace and calm, devotion, honesty. he quickly finds that your presence interrupts that balance he has worked so hard to maintain. even when you are not around, his mind swirls with visions of you - your voice, your hair, your scent. 

above all, he seeks balance, and he knows one thing for certain: your very existence throws him off-kilter, for better or for worse. sometimes he feels devastatingly hopeless at the idea of you leaving him for something different, more suited to your lifestyle, and he’ll soothe himself with healing energies. and sometimes he buzzes so vibrantly with joy that you are in his life at all, and he’ll bring himself back to the plane of reality with discord and malaise. he occasionally excuses himself to center his feelings in this way. but as you grow closer and he falls deeper into his obsessive love, leaving your side only serves to worsen this imbalance.

when he finally confesses his feelings to you, his words spill out frenetically, as if he couldn’t keep this chaotic love inside his body for a moment longer. 

“I once followed the Iris, thinking it would be my salvation, the only path to enlightenment for my people. I now realize the error in my ways. I should have always been devoted to you.”

one day, in zenyatta’s personal meditation room, you come across a worn leather journal with your name lovingly embossed into the cover in omnic script. Intrigued, you thumb through it. every page spills with written word about you - thoughts, musings, meditations, poetry, even records of little things you said to him that had been mundane, benign. glancing at his tidy shelves, it dawns on you that this is only the most recent volume of several. the earliest journals date back to before you even remember being introduced.

at night, he spoons you protectively, pressing every inch of his body to yours, reciting ancient spiritual poetry until you are lulled to sleep. not needing to rest himself, he keeps watch over you until dawn, wondering the whole time how he is fortunate enough to have you. sometimes you wake with the taste of metal on your tongue, and the thought of his hands in your mouth shivers in your mind.

“i wish to surround myself with nothing but you. I meditate on the image of crawling inside you, of taking up all the space within you until I know you are mine, and I am yours.”

he is remarkably protective of you, and although his face shows little expression, when he is enraged, a ferocious glint appears in his eye. when you talk to another person, anyone he sees as a romantic or physical threat, he touches you gently on the small of your back, barely concealing his trembling.

it isn’t long before his protective impulses get the better of him, and he insists on being with you at all times like a bodyguard. sometimes his obsessive needs grow so strong that he might forbid you from leaving his room at the temple, where he can keep an eye on you and know you’re safe.

“i want to know you like I know myself. i will devote every moment i am granted to wrapping myself in your soul, in everything you are, until you have permeated every iota of my being so thoroughly, I can no longer tell where you end and I begin.”

[cautuscoralcoast]

Pluton — 4 Departure

Portgas D. Ace x reader

Synopsis - In which you leave and Ace makes a promise.

✾❊❃✾❊❃✾❊❃✾❊❃✾❊❃✾❊❃✾❊❃✾❊❃✾

The sea howled, the winds whistled, the sky crying, and the clouds dancing violently under the night sky. There were no stars that night.

You sat late out in the infirmary with Ms. Tate and a few other nurses; some in sleep wear, some in uniform. It was busy that day, a conflict with some of the divisions and marines. It began to happen a lot more often as of late. Marines following divsions far from the main ship, attacking, taking prisoners, the rest of the crew saving the captured, and repeat.

You saw Ace with some of the other division commanders gathered in the meeting room on the ship. You couldn't help but feel concerned as time went by and the meetings became more frequent. Eventually, Sir Newgate forbade the departure of anyone for the time being. You remember trying to ask Ace what was going on, and he told you not to worry. But how could you not worry when you began to see him less and less with each and every day?

"Darling?"

You looked away from your paperwork as you looked at Ms. Tate. "Darling," a nickname given by the nurses on the ship. "Yes? Do you need anything?"

"Can you help Mili and Emi take these to the storage room, the one near the cleaning one?" She pointed towards the crates next to the door. "It shouldn't be too heavy for you..."

You nodded, and with Mili and Emi, you carried three crates to the storage room. Mili and Emi, being taller than you, had an easier time carrying the crates. You, on the other hand, struggled to get a grip on the crate.

"Couldn't Ms. Tate ask someone else?" You grumbled in frustration.

Emi laughed as you three walked. "Well, she just likes you , as all!"

"Yep, enough so she doesn't like you being exposed to all the injuries we have to deal with on the daily," Mili chimed in. "The only times I can think about when she lets you is when someone is sick or Ace —

Emi kicked the back of her leg lightly. Mili yapped in surprise, almost dropping the crate as she glared at Emi. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

Emi shushed her. "Don't embarrass the girl!"

"Embarrass who?" You asked in a genuine curious tone. Emi and Mili looked horrified.

"Nothing."

With that, you three delivered the crates to the storage room.

Days would pass , and the marines grew more relentless. News from allied pirate crews that the marines have been capturing and eliminating pirates. Days would pass, and you stayed by Ms. Tate's side. Ace was often gone , helping save captured crew members or people from the corrupt marines; helping with manual labor or meeting with the other division commanders.

In that time, you realized something: You knew everything about Pluton. The metal that made its floors and walls; the navigating system; it's many corridors a d rooms; it's artillery; all the weapons it holds; and its hundreds cannons capable of destroying the sea and carving it anew. But what about you? You've spent so long obsessing over the ship that you forgot your name. You forgot the very thing that you an identity, a role, a future, a purpose. And the people who gave you your name, you forgot them.

"Ace?"

"Yes?"

"Do you remember your parents?"

"I....yes," he answered. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering how others remember their parents. Some of the nurses said they had bad relations with their parents or that they supported them in their voyage with Whitebeard. Some of the crew members said they never knew their parents or that they were dead."

"And why are you asking that?"

You looked at the setting sun in front of you as you furrowed your brows. The blues, reds, and yellows of the sky mushed into a flurry of colors that made you want to cry, or was it your own thoughts? "It's that recently I've been thinking of my mother and father. I don't remember them all that much."

"Did they...die?"

"No. I just don't seem to recall any pleasant memories with them. They held my hand at night, they fed me lots and lots of food, they handcrafted many toys for me, they bought and sewn many clothes for me; they bought me to doctors, churches, anything to try to help me. They loved me very much, but I ignored them."

"Why did you?"

"I...I wanted to find Pluton."

"Do you still want to find Pluton?"

"I ...don't know anymore."

You sometimes think about your father and mother and why they had you. They must have loved each other very much.

You closed your eyes as you held your stomach. You thought about your mother, and she must have felt carrying a child. How strange it must have felt and the extreme attachment she must have had towards you. No wonder she tried her best to make you smile. No wonder she cried whenever she saw you. She loved you very much.

You let go of your stomach as you got up and went outside to gaze at the rising sun. You won't know what went through your mother's head when you left. You won't know the feeling of protectivness your mother has over your unknown younger sibling. But it doesn't mean you won't ever know love.

You love Ace: that is without a doubt. You may not know much about it but it's one of the many things that need no explaining. But even with the amount of love you have for that man, the love you hold for Pluton is beyond anything you know.

"Have you heard?"

"Marines, they're looking for someone."

"Appearently, they're attacking pirates to find some kid."

"And they think this kid allied either pirates?"

"Who knows? The bounty is quite high. "

"A bounty? One with no photo? Not even a description?"

"Haven't you heard?"

"?"

"It's a bounty only for vice-admirals and higher to see. They know who the kid is."

"And you're telling me because?"

"I need someone who won't croak after I'm done with this."

"Wha--!"

You began to grow restless. With the marine attacks and the overall moral on the ship, you grew more antsy with your original goal; finding pluton.

It was a conflicting feeling. You care about Ms. Tate and the others.....and Ace; but your love and bond with Pluton in unbreakable. Pluton needs helps: You just can't bear hearing Pluton cry.....

[How long has been since Pluton cried?]

........

You have to go now.

You spent a long time thinking about how you tell the pirates about your departure. They've been really kind towards you; Ms. Tate making sure you ate and clean; Sir Newgate making sure no one bothered you with questions; Thatch attempting to teach you how to cook; And Ace..... You really don't want to leave him.

That night, you packed everything you would need to go. Medicine given to you by Ms. Tate: "You're leaving?" She looked saddened. Non-perishable foods Thatch packed for you: "So soon? We never got to make that cake, did we?" You saw how he smiled. Lightweight weapons Sir Newgate had some of the others give you: "Give the girl something to fend for herself." He didn't seem all that surprised that you were to depart. There were many other things the Whitebeard pirates gave you. Having stayed for so long, you began to wonder how it'll be to be so lonely again.

You loosened your grip on your bag as you leaned over. You were going to be alone again. It was feeling foreign to you. There was no need for love or affection, not when Pluton was still in dire need of help. You lived for so long alone; so long living out at sea all by yourself. Now thar you're so used to this lively, loud, rambunctious ship, you wonder how different it'll feel.

You are so different from when you first awoke on this ship. You experienced so many things while on this ship. There were so many things you learned, so many things you have seen; and yet there was so much to know.

For the first time since hearing Pluton for the first time, you cried. You didn't feel like it, you didn't see it, you didn't mimic it, you actually began crying. It was painful, so very painful. You wanted your mother, mama; you wanted your mom. You wanted her to hug you like she used to when you were so small. To kiss your forehead before you left.

[It's been so long since you last heard or saw Pluton in your dreams.]

"Are you okay?!"

You didn't need look to know who it was. You knew those foot steps, that heartbeat, that voice: Ace. He pulled you into an embrace. You dropped your bag but what did that matter?

"I-I don't know!" You clung onto him as you cried and cried. "It hurts! Make it go away! Mama, no, no, no- I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean it....!"

[Instead of Pluton, you cried.]

"Buttercup?" He picked you up as he carried you to your bed. "Shshsh, there we go."

You covered your face as he laid you down. You tried to hold back your tears as he sat next you. You turned away from him, you didn't want him to see you like this.

"Sunshine?" He softly began to rub circles on your back as he spoke, "I don't know what's making you cry and I don't know how to make the pain go away, but I promise I'll be here."

You choked on your own saliva. It was difficult trying not to cry. It hurt tying not to do so. You wondered how much pain your parents went through while raising you. You were such a bad girl. A very bad one.

"A-Ac—e...I'm leaving the s-ship." Your voice quivered as you spoke. "I'm le–aving"

"I know."

You sniffled as you tried to control your breathing.

"And Daisy?"

"W..what?"

"I promise I won't leave you, not now, not ever."

You tried to laugh, but nothing came out; it hurt far too much to do so.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."

You really don't deserve him.

[Why would Pluton need to cry anymore? You can cry on your own now.]

Ace watched over you as you slept. He heard from the others that you were leaving the next morning. He doesn't know how to describe the feeling he felt when Pops told him: hurt? Fear? Anxiety? Devastation? He really didn't know. All he did know at that moment was that you didn't tell him.

He went to find you that night, wanting to know why you're leaving so suddenly. Then he found you crying. It hurt him more to see you in such a state. He didn't know how to comfort a girl, and so he said the first thing that came to mind.

"I promise I'll be here."

For now and always.

You two would leave the next morning. You: in search of the ship that gave you life. Ace: to protect the girl he fell in love with until she finds her warship.

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

my Satoru Gojo head cannon:

18+ MDNI cw: degradation, one night stands, milfs, foursome, etc.

authors note at bottom lmao

• he is such a player and just makes girl after girl fall in love with him because he’s the Satoru Gojo

• he never gets attached, he doesn’t let himself because of his position as one of the strongest, knowing he could die young. But the thing is, it’s not because he would feel bad for the girl if he died, he just wants to fuck and have fun as much as possible before he goes out

• Suguru had to take him to get tested while they were in school and is like not very proud of Satoru’s sex life (he’s always left to explain to the girls with the broken heart after Gojo ghosts them)

• he’s literally so good in bed… girls are begging to have him sleep with them again but he hardly ever hits the same girl twice. If he fucks the same girl twice she has like god tier pussy / head

• Shoko and Gojo hooked up once after a dare/bet and they have not spoken of it since. She hasn’t slept with another man since then

• He has talked Suguru into a foursome before with two really cute girls they met on one of their weekend adventures in Tokyo. Suguru was too polite and gentle that Satoru claimed he’d never ask him to do that again

• 100% likes degrading his women but always says it in the nicest way - “that’s my pretty slut” and “such a good little whore for me” and “you just couldn’t wait for my cock huh?” (with that shit eating grin he has in S2 E1 when he asks Utahime if she’s crying)

• mostly cares about his pleasure. occasionally eats pussy if he thinks yours is special but not often. it’s always 69, mutual masturbation, etc with him.

• aftercare : he’ll hand you a towel & let you shower in his nice ass bathroom but not much more than that. UNLESS you gave him a run for his money and went multiple rounds. Then he’ll order you food and watch a movie or something until you both fall asleep.

• he sleeps in really late so by the time you wake up the next morning you really don’t want to wait for him so you sneak out and drive/walk of shame home. Not before you go through his shit first to see how boujee he actually is

• Gojo who sleeps in on purpose because it makes it less awkward in the morning. He wakes up before you to go to the bathroom and drink some water because he wants to take a picture of your hickey cover neck and chest, bruised ass, and blissed our face. He keeps a secret folder on his phone of his women so he can remember by tits/ass/face because he simply can’t remember every woman’s name.

• LOVES milfs and slightly older women. I just know as soon as he turned 18 he was out looking for like a 30 year old to rock their world.

• has home wrecked a marriage at some point ^

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listen I’m so sorry but I just can’t picture Gojo being romantic. Let alone gay for Suguru. But I love him so so much please, I would let him destroy me and drop me off at a crack house to figure out how to get home

don’t come at me

[vanillafalvoredcoffee]

If I can ask what are your head cannons about Kianna komori

I'm honestly curious

And I hope you have a nice day or night and please take care of yourself

Kianna Komori Headcannons!

When she's still a human, she goes to a catholic school when she's 11...but she doesn't really like to remember what the name of her school was because it brings her trauma

She owns a cat named Snow, she takes care of her ever since she brought her from a shelter

Kianna often daydreams in her class while the teacher isn't paying attention to her

At that Catholic school, Kianna got separated from Yui by her father to keep them from talking to eachother and make them focus on their studies more instead

Without the presence of her big sister Yui near her anymore...she sometimes feels lonely and crys it out later in her safe place

Fortunately though...It's not like Yui wasn't there for Kianna at all, When Yui is free she likes to talk to Kianna and sometimes hangout with her, Kianna appreciates Yui's kindness but unfortunately she couldn't do the same for her

Kianna was extremely ridiculed by her classmates and her teachers after she jokingly wrote 'God isn't real!' on the board one time, apparently anyone who denies God in this school would get expelled immediately but luckily she only did it once so they just let her go with a warning

Kianna and Yui's relationship deteriorated after a few years after they enrolled to this school

Kianna started to hate the school even more when she saw Yui get bullied by her classmates and when Kianna tried to stop them, the teacher then grabbed Kianna by the shoulder and told her to mind her own business

If anyone mentions the school in front of her, she'll immediately get frustrated but she tries to act like she's fine

Now...back on to her as a teenager! :)

She still couldn't erase the memories when she killed every single vampire inside that mansion...

She sometimes hallucinates that she saw her Big sister talking her like she usual

She still keeps in touch with Demaryius and Christa

She reads books when she's bored

She likes to take long bath after she crys her eyes out to chill for a bit

The end :)

[the-hovel-of-a-nerdy-rabbit]

Welcome to PokéOmens! Gym Leader 1: Azira Fell

I'm SUPER happy to start off this little Pokémon AU I created with my partner's help. Each gym leader and Pokémon team are crafted with inspiration from the show as well as some small head cannons we enjoyed or came up with. I'm only drawing 6 of the 18 gym leaders (you probably know which 6 I'm thinking of). If I have time, I'll draw a couple more, but keep in mind that there are 18 types and I'm very slow with my process. If someone would like to draw some of the leaders I don't get to, by all means do it. I'll post a list of all of the gym leaders and their teams after the I post the sixth leader.

Now that's out of the way, let's talk about Mr. Fell!

When I initially brought up the idea of this to my boyfriend, I IMMEDIATELY said that Aziraphale would be a fairy type trainer. If you were to glance at all of the fairy type Pokémon, the majority of them would give off "soft" energy. Not to mention, the fairy typing gives off an air of magic, which of course works with Mr. Fell.

Most days, he would be a humble book seller, but once a month, he performs his duty as a gym leader...well, after he gives his breath-taking performance with his wonderous team. His lovely outfit (which is of course based on his magician outfit in S2E4) was crafted by himself, yet the choice of making his suit purple (even though he wasn't a fan of the color) was from an old friend of his, thinking the purple would be a flattering color considering he made the vest and cape before having a single idea for the suit.

Meet Mr. Fell's lovely assistants!

Lucky the Sylveon - He was the first Pokémon Azira ever received. When he was found as an Eevee, his trainer noticed that he had a large tear on his right ear that didn't heal properly, so Azira tied a small bow to hopefully mend it. However, instead of later taking it off, the young Lucky kept it as a gift from his trainer, which inspired Azira to match with his Eevee when performing. He's often playful and brings most of whoever he is in contact with good luck (hence the name).

Harry the Azumarill - As the second oldest, Harry brings a slight maturity to the group...just kidding, she's just as rambunctious as Lucky with just a bit more bounce and sass. If you are wondering, Harry is short for Harriet (and wasn't short for Harold. Azira definitely noticed she was a girl when he first met her.)

Reginald the Gardevoir - For a creature called the Embrace Pokémon, he isn't exactly touchy-feely. Coming into the team as a Kirlia, Reginald was very to himself until he started performing in the magic shows. As corny as his trainer is, he does care for him...until Azira tries to saw him in half.

Pear the Alcremie - She isn't much of a performing Pokémon anymore. She used to when she was a Milcrey, but after she evolved, she kind of mellowed out and became a bit sluggish. Azira didn't mind though. He needed a 'biscuits and tea' kind of companion on slow days at the shop (which is every day).

Bo the Floette - Considered the youngest of the team, Bo brings an air of wonder and naivete to each performance. This petite Pokémon often gravitates to the tallest of the group as a mentor, much to his "displeasure".

Arthur the Klefki - 'A ball of panic' is an accurate description for this poor thing. His trainer doesn't remember how he came to be. Was he a gift? Did he catch him? Who knows. All Azira has to know is that his little buddy has his back and keeps him from straying his schedule...and remembers his keys.

Thank you if you made it through the post! I'll post the next trainer sometime next week. If you have any questions as to what my thought process was for most of this, feel free to ask.

Have a great day today!

[amaziana]

Rings of power rant

I never actually thought I’d do this (mainly because english isn’t my first language), but here we are but I just need to vent or I’ll explode. strap in because this is going to be long. Also keep in mind that this is a rant and I’m just getting stuff off of my chest so formating probably isn’t the best. 

First of all, I’m hard core Tolkien fan. I don’t remember time when I didn’t know the story of the hobbit and I read the lotr books for the first time when I was seven three times in a row. In my teens I started exploring Silmarillion and the rest of the middle-earths history. I know the lore like the back of my hand. It’s safe to say that Tolkiens works have shaped my worldwiev heavily and I love them fiercely.

So Rings of Power is out and it’s bad. And no, poc actors and women wielding swords is not the problem. Actually I think hawing Poc characters is great and completely in harmony with Tolkiens writings. For example, harfoots are described as being “browner of skin” that other hobbits. I’d even go as far as argue that every single actor playing a harfoot should be poc. Now as for Disa, there are seven dwarven clans in Arda, four of which originated from far east. I see no reason why one of these clans couldn’t have darker skin than the rest and why Disa couldn’t be from this clan. However I do think that it would make more sense lorevise if she was portrayed by east-asian actress due to the previously mentioned fact that four of the clans come from the far east. As for Arondir, Tolkien describes elves as being fair of skin, but I don’t see anything wrong with having elves of different skin colors. 

My problem with Galadriel isn’t that she is a woman who is in power and wields a sword. I myself am a girl and own a sword and have learned the basics of german longsword. In general I’m very interested in martial arts. Now when it comes to cannon lore elves have multiple names and Galadriel doesn’t even receive that name until she meets her husband, Celeborn, (which the show seems to have forgotten about). Her original names, ones that should be used in the Valinor flashbacks, were Artanis and Nerwen. First meaning “noblewoman” and second meaning “man-maiden”. Now she was named Nerwen because she was taller than most of the other women of noldor and she was strong of body, will and mind. She was also of “Amazon disposition” and “bound her hair as a crown when taking part in athletic feats." She even defended her mothers people when Feanor, her uncle and greatest of Noldor, attacked them for their ships. So yeah, she was a badass. The problem with her character is that by the second age, the time the show is portraying, she moves from place to place and lives in several places, including Lindon and Eregion. She is also married and gives birth to her daughter some time before the rings of power are forged. 

So no, the poc characters and powerful women do not make the show bad. What does is the fact that it shows such disregard for it’s source material and the spirit of Tolkien. It takes his work and turns it into generic, your run of the mill fantasy story without spirit. It blatantly ignores the lore in order to create a storyline that Amazon thinks it can sell. It turns Galadriel, who is a powerful woman in so many levels, both physically, meantually and spiritually, into you cardboard cutout of what Hollywood thinks is the only acceptable version of a strong female character. The dialogue is corny and often sounds like they are just trying to sound cool and wise, the costumes are bad and feel like, well, costumes and not something the people of that world would actually wear. The black goo they use to show the evil still lurking in the world/ coming back is cliche and boring. Now the visuals are good I’ll give them that. Lindon is beautiful and I like how it feels so close to nature. 

All in all, the story seems to relay more on nostalgia than anything else. They take some things from Tolkiens works, couple of things from the original Lotr movies and completely made up the rest and wrapped it in a nice golden paper with a ribbon. The result is bland and tasteless story that isn’t intriguing at all and disrespects Tolkiens work on fundamental levels. Best way I can describe it is if someone painted a picture of Mona Lisa with all the wrong colors making a duckface and it was hung in the museum besides the original piece.